Zachary Richardson Poet Blank verse

To Emily Dickinson

Let's dance, Emily, to the blaring silence,
Upon the midnight floor drowning in dust;
Let's lay under the moonlight and grow pale
As winter in the mountains, as happy ghosts.
We must lock the doors and close the shutters
To keep alien spirits and the sunlight
From entering in; we must swallow the keys
And stay here together musing with mice.
Write your poems and I'll write mine, let's exchange
Them until we become the dust on the floor.

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